'Hey, Carla, let's see if you can crack this' Ken said turning to face Carla who was getting ready to leave. 'What?' she asked, puzzled. 'I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. What am I?' Ken read slowly before looking quizzically at Carla. 'Oh forgod's sake Ken, I have to go' Carla said buttoning up her shirt. 'An arrow, Carla, I think you should have known that' Ken said with a coy smile. Suddenly Ken jumped up and clutched his crotch. 'Ken, you okay?' Carla asked as he grimaced. 'No, got cramp, in my ball' he said, hoping about. 'Oh, okay' Carla said as he wailed. 'Happens with age, reckon you've worked your big daddy too hard' Ken said before jumping up again in pain, knocking his cup of tea over onto Carla's back. 'KEN, DO SOMETHING!'